Years ago, Master was traveling in Europe and dievca asked him to search out a shop in Berlin that sold 925 sterling silver Labia Clasps, along with other accoutrements and goodies.

He wandered around a desolate spot in Berlin and found a store/studio that looked abandoned.

Why did dievca ask Him to wander Berlin?

…this is probably one of Biank’s best inventions. He introduced his labia clasp made from 925 sterling silver for the first time in 1982. Even today, it still ensures that the wearer is starry-eyed with pleasure, from fitting onwards. It has often been copied by other providers. The fact remains that it takes years of experience and intuition to advise you to your optimal satisfaction. It is possible to have your labia clasp individually and anatomically adjusted in our Berlin studio to guarantee a perfect fit. This service is free of charge. The labia clasp is fitted over the small labia and creates a pleasant and stimulating feeling of tension when correctly fitted. After drawing back the clitoral foreskin, the clitoris is permanently exposed and is thus more receptive to stimulation. Clasps that are “too large”, “too wide” or “too small” can be returned and exchanged.

dievca figured that Master knows her labia intimately and could estimate her size. If there was a problem, she was going to Berlin three months after Master and could get the clasp adjusted.

Ah, well – dievca’s idea didn’t quite work out, but he idea of her minora lady lips being held firmly open and a ball tapping on her clit as she walks around was/is amazing to dievca. In fact, she’s getting wet thinking about it …
Can the lovely Europeans who read this blog please find out about these accoutrements for dievca? Please? The deutsche website is linked to the photo above.

Ah, well. A less expensive and sort of interesting option is this:

The Pussy Clamps are surgical steel and open up the labia majora – not minora, which is something dievca does already with:
Master uses three mini-clothespins on each side of dievca’s labia majora to open her up for inspection and play with her vulva.

“It was the funniest thing in the world to see a customer buying a shampoo, a toothpaste, and a dildo. Where else are you going to find that?” Nowhere except the famous Ricky’s NYC.

dievca has been riding her bike everywhere in the NYC and it makes stopping, shopping or wandering the City harder to do. One of the stores that is no longer in her neighborhood is Ricky’s. she hasn’t visited a Ricky’s store in a long time and she was worried that they were going out of business. Turns out they are re-organizing….

Here’s how Ricky’s describes itself:

An edgy, ultra-hip “beauty shop” specializing in unique fashion accessories, cosmetics, and beauty supplies, Ricky’s NYC has been a part of New York’s urban chic culture for nearly two decades. From style-conscious teenagers and their suburbanite moms to Hollywood celebrities and their professional stylists, Ricky’s NYC plays host to a diverse, cult-like following of clientele.

A veritable one stop super shop for everything beauty Ricky’s NYC transcends trends while inspiring and emphasizing individuality. With products ranging from professional hair care to temporary tattoos, Ricky’s NYC’s eclectic offerings make headlines and grace the pages of major beauty publications every month. Ricky’s NYC is synonymous with style, sensibility and funky sophistication.

Here’s how dievca describes it:

dievca used to be able to go into Ricky’s and buy SweetSpot Labs Grapefruit personal wipes, a Chi Hair Straightener, Spanx Tights, a Rabbit Vibrator, Penis Straws and Murad Pomegranate Extract Face Cleaner:

Following in the footsteps of his father, operator of drugstores called Love, Ricky Kenig opened the first Ricky’s NYC in 1989 with his brother Todd, who, by his own account, built the retailer to 28 stores and $55 million in revenues by 2012. Ricky’s NYC is now controlled by a private owner declining to be named. Lisa Aquilino is now the President. Her mission has been to restructure Ricky’s slowly and gently to become a better version of itself. Prior to Aquilino, the president’s role at Ricky’s NYC was occupied by Michael Long, Dominick Costello and Richard Parrott.

That said, the Ricky’s on the UWS seemed to be re-organizing its floor space and consolidating. The “sex shop” part was no longer in existence and dievca didn’t see a Hair Salon – but not all Ricky’s have hair salons. There was an extensive “sale” area which allowed dievca to pick-up some expensive skin care items for less and made her smile with this Beauty & Pin-Up Haircare line on sale:

What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
“Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
“What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it, will you give us half?
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
What?
Oh no. Not you, too!